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Jing Yihong nodded without refuting or explaining, but his handsome eyebrows and eyes looked extremely tired, and even his water-colored lips were so pale that it was almost impossible to see clearly.

The doctor wanted to say something else, but looking into Jing Yihong's eyes, he couldn't continue. He shook his head helplessly, and sighed softly: "Young people nowadays, they just don't know how to take care of themselves, and they don't want to die when they work!"

Jing Yihong's brows were tightly knit together, all the events of the past month played back in his mind like movie clips.

Why was this matter resolved so quickly?Why is Ruan Qianya sorting out the materials so quickly?
It's not because these materials are available at your fingertips, but because Ruan Qianya has put in thousands of times of effort in the corner that Jing Yihong didn't see, even at the cost of overdrawing her own body!

Inside the Holy Mercy Mental Sanatorium.

Generally, the people living here are people with poor mental conditions, who are difficult to control even with drugs.

The patients here are not respected at all, even the nurses and doctors never show them a good face.

Because people's tenderness and kindness are for those who can perceive them, why waste them on a group of people who don't even know how to cry or laugh?
What's more, many of the patients here are aggressive. Sometimes the doctor just conducts a routine examination on them, and they will be beaten violently. Some time ago, a doctor bit off the patient's wrist.

Because there is no one to take care of them, let alone care about them, all the patients here are not only crazy, but also unkempt.Only Ruan Feiyu, under Ruan Qianya's special instructions, was taken care of fairly well.

Of course, it is still much worse than normal people.

Today, a special person came to Shengci Spiritual Sanatorium.

The man was slender, wearing a spotless ironed suit, with a compelling dignity on his face, and his gestures and gestures were so elegant that they were not like ordinary people.

Not to mention his refined temperament in this mental sanatorium, even in the upper class, he is definitely a top figure in the upper class.

The dean of the sanatorium personally ran to the door to pick up this man, nodded and bowed at him, as if wishing he could kneel down and kowtow to this man.

The dean stretched out his hand with a shy face, and smiled like a slave: "Mr. Fu, why did you come here in person! This place is very messy, don't dirty your eyes!"

The person called Mr. Fu looked at the dean with a half-smile, and didn't even intend to shake hands with him. His long and narrow eyes showed a bit of narrowness: "We are in business, and the places where we have invested money will naturally come and have a look." , what if the money is spent elsewhere?"

The dean withdrew his hand awkwardly, and continued to laugh with him: "What you said, we guarantee that every item of money will go very clearly, and there will be absolutely no problems!"

The dean raised his eyes and looked at Fu Zhirong, who was a head taller than him, with a look of fear in his eyes.

Mr. Fu, who has been abroad for more than ten years and was born last month and suddenly returned to China, did not buy land or invest in the company for the first time, but directly invested in this nursing home.

The dean simply wondered if there was something wrong with his brain while abroad. In this half-dead sanatorium, investing money in it is doing charity.

As if Fu Zhirong could hear his words, he turned his head to look at the boss calmly, with an evil smile on his lips.

"Dean, you are right. I am here to do charity. But I hope you know that businessmen never do business that loses money."

The slander in the dean's heart was immediately exposed by him. He wiped the sweat from his forehead in embarrassment, and said repeatedly: "Yes, yes, Mr. Fu, every decision you make is extremely wise!"

Fu Zhirong stopped talking nonsense with him, and said directly: "There should be a patient named Ruan Feiyu here, take me to see her."

The dean said with a look of embarrassment on his face: "This person's condition is unstable, and he is a key care object. Without orders from above, he can't follow his opinions."

"Oh?" Fu Zhirong raised his eyebrows, and pursed his lips as if wanting to hear some joke, "What about you? Can the dean see you?"

The dean didn't understand the meaning of what he said, but nodded in a daze: "I still have this right, after all, I belong to the nursing home..."

Before the dean finished speaking, Fu Zhirong gestured to the people behind him, and in an instant, two people surrounded him and directly restrained the dean.

The dean's fat body was restrained at once, and he couldn't even move. His eyes widened in surprise: "Boss Fu, what do you mean?!"

A trace of murderous intent flashed in Fu Zhirong's cold eyes: "I have no other intention, just let you make a simple choice. Will you let me in today, or I will kill you now, and I will be Dean."

The dean was so frightened that he was trembling with cold sweat on his forehead. He kept saying, "I'll make arrangements right away, and I'll call you to see her right away!"

Fu Zhirong gave him a disgusted look: "I wish I had been so smart earlier, lest my people have to do it."

After he finished speaking, he went directly into the nursing home without even turning his head. He didn't need the director to guide him, and he went directly to the door of Ruan Feiyu.

The dean didn't know what he said, and the people guarding Ruan Feiyu's door left quickly, leaving only the crazy Ruan Feiyu and Fu Zhirong in the room.

Fu Zhirong pulled over a stool casually, sat on it leisurely with his legs crossed, and looked at Ruan Feiyu intently: "He looks really good, and he is somewhat similar to your sister. I've wasted the rest of my life here."

Ruan Feiyu didn't even look at him, she still lowered her head, stroking her stomach, and called her baby loudly.

"Stop pretending." Fu Zhirong's expression showed a bit of impatience, "Even if you can fool those psychiatric experts, you still can't fool me."

Ruan Feiyu was still immersed in her own world, repeating those few words over and over again, as if she hadn't heard it.

Fu Zhirong stood up and walked gently in front of Ruan Feiyu: "There is no one outside now, only you and me."

He didn't know what kind of perfume he was wearing. It had a strong smell of saltpeter and sea waves. The two alternated, and it smelled full of murder.

He bent down close to Ruan Feiyu's ear, and said softly: "I know you still hate Ruan Qianya, how about I help you avenge?"

Ruan Feiyu's body jerked, and Fu Zhirong was keenly aware of this moment.

He stretched out his hand and gently grabbed Ruan Feiyu, with endless tenderness in his eyes.

"What a pair of slender and beautiful hands. They should have lived a life like a pampered princess, but now they are dying in this dirty nursing home. Let me save you, okay?"